(( Counselor's Office, Deck 10, USS Thor ))
Tito and Veylek had apprehended the conspirators that had attempted to assassinate the Malik.. Medical staff had arrived to stabilize him on the ground but the timely arrival of the Thor offered a quicker and more efficient solution. They brought both individuals onboard for questioning, and medical staff transferred Javad Mosta’an to sickbay, where they could synthesize a neutralizer for the poison and attempt to reverse the damage to his system. She’d sent the orders to Kherys to prepare for their guest, a quick summary she’d elaborate on later to the Captain, and get to work as a doctor.
Malik Javad Mosta’An was a dictator of a planet living under constant surveillance, and the crew of the USS Thor had saved his life. That was the duty of Starfleet.
Sevantha practically collapsed onto her counseling couch at the end of her shift. A pile of PADDs lay on her desk for review that had piled up in her absence. Reaching back, the tired Betazoid plucked up one which listed the visits to Sickbay during her habits. Gold scarred eyes danced along the screen as her finger swiped through the list, only stopping as a name appeared on the screen.
Morro Caras.
Saa: ::Sighing:: Morro…
She must have been occupied with the Malik when Morro had followed up after his treatment on Nova Terra. Setting the PADD to the side, she stared up at the ceiling, grappling with the conflicting feelings seeing the report. Part of her was relieved she hadn’t had to put professional objectivity to the test while another part of her had been envious of the doctor who did get to treat him. Their schedules would cross soon enough to discuss the situation and inquire how exactly he’d gotten injured.
Then, a little stray thought reminded her of an uncomfortable truth.